Ya Molian's influence by her side was still considerable, she couldn't so easily give up such a valuable pawn. At the very least, she needed to use this son to support his brother's ascension to the throne!
"You may resent your mother consort, and it is of no concern," the mother consort stated, aware that her own actions had sown the seeds. "It is my own doing, you cannot be blamed. But Jin'er… he is your own brother. Over the years, he has never done anything to wrong you. In the future, you must maintain good relations with him, understood?"
Her gaze held hope as she looked at Ya Molian, wishing to see a different expression in his eyes upon hearing his brother's name.
And indeed, she saw something.
But it was not a showing of familial affection—it was ferocity!
"Is that so? Has Sui Zijin never wronged me? Ha," Ya Molian scoffed.
